[Western Crossover] The Joker Was Me All Along

Because I still have to go to work on the new day, I just wrote some thoughts after reading it. Because I was overly emotional, I went off topic and made a personal year-end summary. Because the stupid person's cultural level is too low, I don't want to have any expectations from this pile of shift text. Damn it, I wrote too much, I feel like I'm harassing you. Don't look, it's the smelly man. My first reaction after reading this article was that I was moved. Oh my god, I was so moved. Best of 2024. Although it was neither written nor completed in 2024, I read it at the end of this year and I said yes. There are 31 days in December and I finished reading on the 29th. The fact that the New Year's bell did not ring at that moment was entirely an arrangement of the God of Writing. It gave me two more days to open my eyes and take a closer look at how awesome this article is. Talk about being moved. This year I read less originals and more derivatives. On the one hand, it's because I started writing some nonsense fan fiction myself, and on the other hand, it's also because I really feel that I have nothing in common with my sisters who read commercial original works. Don't get me wrong, although we all know that there is no elegance in taste or aesthetics, but in the final analysis, there is nothing to prove who should ride on whose neck and give orders. I saw Amway coming to read it in a comment on a social animal book review. When I was looking through the author's column, I saw that eggs and hens were closely related. When I read the original work Citation and Wilde, I was so moved that I almost cried, even though I have neither read Wilde nor many of the original clowns. I must solemnly admit here that as a poor reader with poor taste, my understanding of generals from spin-off areas such as Super Hero, Conan, and HP comes entirely from the fanfic itself, and oh, there is also Baidu Encyclopedia, which is known to be sometimes ineffective. I've seen only a handful of movies and comics. I'm embarrassed to scold my little sister, and I'm embarrassed to admit that I've been practicing self-cultivation for twenty years and am still a bitch who scolds everyone when I see her. But heaven and earth, without you, who would write articles for me? Without you, who would know that there are still people in the world reading Borges, and not just bloggers who write pictures and read poems in Xiao X's book? Without you, I would know how low my culture and quality are. Wow, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. But I still like to read fan fiction. As a young and half-literate young man, I saw someone quoting poems and typing furiously on Baidu. When I saw long paragraphs of (well-written) descriptions of the environment, I felt the lingering wind of ancient Chinese literature blowing slowly across my cheeks. When I saw someone trying to address (and spent 680,000 words on) all the issues discussed by Lao Tuo, I shed tears all over the lasagna. I would say that the orthodoxy of contemporary literature is found in Internet fandom, and I would say that you can find texts that are more anthropomorphic than harvest in Q3 and JJ. I would say that in 2024 there will still be Chinese-speaking people who are urban and atomic people, who are challenging pre-modernity, modernity and post-modernity at the same time, who are "defending our modern life", instead of being pornographic and bloody violent maniacs who analyze "the deepest desires and fetishes of human nature" in the fifty years of reincarnation in the countryside. Life and Death is so well written. I was more confused and confused when I read it than when I read One Hundred Years of Solitude after I had just finished reading Dream of Red Mansions. Compared with when I read 2666 when I couldn't distinguish between North and South America in middle school, I still felt that it was making fiction for me. At least, Latin Americans are willing to give me a clear and concise crime dossier instead of leaving me confused in the historical truth. It feels like the literary genius and I don't live in the same time and space at all. There must be something wrong here, either they or I am living in a fairy tale book that was only passed down orally from grandma, or I am deaf, blind, brainless, and handicapped, and have not discovered that level of reality that has never been discovered. Of course, of course, I have never achieved anything worth mentioning. This matter is of course my problem. I am blind, otherwise I cannot possibly think that they are not writing about human beings who are celebrating the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China and preparing for the 80th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. To take a step back, although I have neither taken any literary theory courses nor read any reliable popular science on contemporary literary philosophy, I am king when I write book reviews. When I say this is a modern issue, it is. This set of tastes developed from children's literature and the bud of one-third really makes me miserable sometimes. Although the paper media itself has difficulty maintaining its own style, the taste itself is still there. Like a clown vision, it turns all the literary and artistic world I can see into a black and white absurd joke, with only a bright green arrow pointing to the answer that cannot be ignored. Poetry in the 21st century itself is based on the fact that the sun will surely win, so whoever walks on the same path as the martyr and the clown, who is the clown, I am the clown, hahahahahahahahahahahaha. Speaking of poetry, the endearing thing about this article is that it has never given up the pursuit of poetry. In other words, (if you don't think this is an overly offensive speculation), the author himself has always been immersed in the atmosphere of poetry and put pen to paper. OK, I know this description is too sentimental, but that's the fact. When you read a book, it's not obvious whether the author likes reading poetry or not. It's on the table. Poetry is as hard to ignore as Wang Er's pockmarked face. The more you read poetry, the pockmarks will grow thicker and denser, just like a bowl of tea noodles filled with sesame seeds that are "affordable". Tough guys will come over and give you a two-punch. Poetry is decisive, fundamental, and shocking to a person's literary and artistic feelings. Any good poem is like an eighty-year-old Santiago coming over and beating me down without even the need for a second punch. It is impossible for people to live without poetry, but poetry itself is also divided into superior and inferior. We have discussed this topic before. Another point is that as a person with cerebral palsy who knows that he is ill, it is difficult for me to hide my fanatical love for Lao Tuo. The Golden Pavilion Temple is waiting for me, let alone someone else. What a coincidence, this is also a criminal psychology novel, which is great, but the protagonist of this book is also not normal. The old question of Superman's philosophy is repeatedly asked in Batman stories. Superman repeatedly engages in this stuff like a brat who can't learn to grow up (what a bad joke). Unfortunately, I have not seen any film that provides a more worthwhile answer than Luo Jia's whispers. But it is still pleasant to see it repeated in this article in a more modern and psychologically based way. You can call me ecstatic. After all, I have been studying for a long time, and I don't know how many years have passed in the mountains, so I can't recognize that I am still a post-internet person. Everything else seems to have been talked about, so let's talk about narcissus and character creation. There seems to be nothing to talk about. I don't like to talk about things that the author has clearly written. It will make me look very uneducated, although when it comes to this, my privilege as an illiterate has been fully reflected. Then I just write some impressionistic comments, don't take it seriously, after all, the illiterate fool only read it once and this is essentially crazy literature in the middle of work. This Narcissus is very well written. For me, it opens up a new world and creates an example. If you love reading Lao Tuo, it will be difficult to understand Narcissus. Here I refer only to myself. This thing and I are as incompatible as chocolate and dogs. I mean, I want to die as a narcissus. I sincerely accept that "falling in love with myself" is as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. There is nothing difficult to understand. After all, if you know me, it is difficult to say that I am a beautiful person, a good person, a model, a person of the times, and a person of crystal. I cannot avoid being disturbed by philosophy and can only live a life of relative failure in modern society. Okay, I can no longer play bad Zhihu memes. The interesting thing about this article is that it deconstructs Narcissus from another perspective and writes about Narcissus from the perspective of a basement rodent like us (if you don't think this interpretation is offensive, I would be deeply honored if someone thought so). Even if you are hypocritical, cunning, evil, weak, and shaky, you are still worthy of being loved. Loving yourself is an uncontrollable instinct for human beings. Just like living, you have to redeem yourself in order to survive. But only a madman truly loves himself, and only a madman looks at the person in the mirror and longs for it to the point of falling into depression, becomes depressed to the point of committing crimes for excitement, and is stimulated to the point of isolating the original sin from himself. He escapes into DID and completely forgets everything. ... It seems a bit abstract and does not seem to match the original text. Near the end, the author did give an answer about the double identity of the clown, but from my reading perspective, what is important is not the answer. In commercial blockbusters, we will long for "self-justifying logic and concise answers at the end." But when we really talk about human nature, you will know that that stuff is not important. That kind of stuff is all nonsense. It is a label used by the human brain to simplify complex things in order to save memory and logical operations. However, I admit that this point of view contains my resentment. Idiots have great insights when they read Santiago's famous sentence "man is not made for defeat", and then after turning a few pages, they find that they are immediately defeated, so they become resentful. That was my first time reading the original text. Can't I keep a little bit of resentment when I read the original text for the first time? Having said that, I prefer to watch the process rather than the result. Jake and Joker did have quite a lot of in-depth discussions on the issue of identity. Generally speaking, we think that the truth is not difficult to guess. It is possible to travel through yes or no, the subject personality is yes or no, and it is not difficult for people who are used to reading popular works to traverse the possibility of binary trees. All truths are not outside our reading experience. But what attracts me to this article is that it raises possibilities, and then discusses them in depth enough based on the characteristics of the clown's mental delirium, affirming them one by one, and then denying them one by one. When talking about this, we may also want to thank the multiverse, because it is indeed a good way to reasonably introduce various perspectives, various times, and various backgrounds to analyze and shape characters. Selling the same people for decades may have forced writers to develop this approach, and audiences to accept it. Speaking of this article, I will always remember my mother's face that melted away like paint, the metaphor of amniotic fluid and birth, "A person who has never committed a crime in his life occasionally fantasizes that he is a super criminal. / The delusion of a madman is to think that he is a normal person." I remember the explosion of chemicals, the smell of cedar and sea salt, calling my name, or for Narcissus, call me by your name (I don't understand why the book was named this way), because I couldn't see my lover, I was so depressed that my eyes turned gray when I opened them. I couldn't swallow the bitterness, and my throat was cut open when I swallowed a razor blade. Speaking of the last one, I really like the metaphor related to devouring. Food is the world's love letter to you. I like the clown in this article so much because he loves "me" so deeply. He loves the new "me" far more than "I" loves him. Only "I" in the world can love him like this. I cried over this. I will continue to be drawn to love itself like a moth to a flame. Giving birth to a new, sinless self is such a painful, loving thing. In my own real life, I was loving me, but I couldn't go to me. To be honest, Joker makes me feel relieved. He said that you must love yourself no matter what, as if you will never fall in love with anyone again, as if no one can love you like this anymore. The theme of my own recent writing is that people cannot survive alone. Even if the gears of life fail to mesh, people must connect with each other to survive disasters. From this perspective, the clown has refuted my question. I like his delivery and approach. But even I feel, and perhaps I am the only one who feels, that the cost of supporting my Immaculate Self with myself is too heavy a price. Too much talk, Narcissus, I think it is difficult to avoid a category of modern psychology, and at the same time it is difficult not to fall into the atmosphere of self-pity. Although the ancestor is the sentimental and heartbroken Narcissus, he must be restrained when writing. The author's writing is very mature in terms of technique and language. I believe that there is no outline, but being able to organize a novel with more than 600,000 words in this way without significantly reducing the quality of a single chapter is an achievement that is very mature and should be polished deliberately. I noticed that individual chapters are more independent, the cuts between chapters are larger, and the habit of starting with environmental descriptions. These may be considered a technique to ensure quality during the serialization period. What is worthy of recognition is that the language description in this article is very natural. Although the protagonist is a foreigner, he sounds like a normal Chinese speaker. Believe me, this has surpassed many young writers. This year, you are the most natural writer who writes dialogues in Chinese that I have read. The second-ranked writer is Ali, a young Italian writer who has been in China for the sixth year. In addition, there is a technique in writing called universal metaphor. I like this method of repeatedly questioning a question using different metaphors. I always feel that it has the majestic power of "Heavenly Questions". Looking back on my poor middle school Chinese language knowledge, the paragraph about Gotham is more in line with the definition, but it seems that the multiverse is the most "grand" example of this technique, and you are making fun of the world line. What you write like this reminds me of Mr. Guo's writing about the phoenix's rebirth and burning up the entire old world. But again, I'm not a stylist or a master's or PhD student, so don't take my talk about writing seriously. It seems like I can't think of anything else. There's only so much I can say. I'm too sleepy and I'm going to sleep. If I have more to say, I'll talk about it in my dreams. Or I can write a more serious analysis when I am educated, if I am educated, if I am free. In short, I wish us all the best in our work in the New Year.

Oh my God, I couldn't bring myself to mention the second episode. Although the ending chapter was very happy, I just couldn't bear to let it go and felt very sad. It wasn't until I read all the episodes and the final words that I realized, oh thank you, this is really a HE. It's really weird and beautiful. I felt uncomfortable all night before, probably because at that time I always felt like the two of them were breaking up (), so after watching the last part today, I felt really good and healthy (?). God, even though I've finished everything I should write, I still really hope to see additional extras and sequels. At the end of the last few chapters, he had a warm daily life with the birds. After they were picked up, Jack jumped out of bed to open gifts and wind up the music box over and over again. It really felt like a refreshing and lonely widower. When I saw that, I thought about it. I had always been a little bit worried about the ending. I was probably too focused on the "male-ghost entanglement" or something, which was quite narrow-minded (), and it seemed that the two of them felt deeply about their breakup. So after I figured it out, I went back and read his sentence "Dear, we'll see you in hell" and this last extra chapter. I just want to shout, it smells so good, it smells so good, I'll go. I really want to see the continuation of Modo Modo. . . [Rose][Rose][Rose][Rose][Transformed] This is an excellent article. I still have something else I want to say. I'll see when I can think of it. I'll continue to come over and send it. [Hands together]

I just read this article this year, and I have never read any article from the United Kingdom or the United States before. It's hard to imagine that I came here with the idea of ​​​​a cool article or a cp, and gradually I was attracted by the author's writing style, plot, and profound philosophy. Thank you to the author for writing this article here and bringing us the best Batman, the best Joker, and the best Gotham.

This is the most powerful narcissus I have ever seen and it is also my narcissus enlightenment. . . 😭😭🥺🥺I still can't forget what I saw two years ago. .

I shouldn't have read this book so early. I can't stand anything else.

It's so good. I still remember that when I was in junior high school, I clicked on the title of the novel and read it. I've read it seven times and I still can't forget it. The best variety show, the best Narcissus, the best clown

Punch yourself and lose your memory. Watch it again tomorrow [Spread Flowers]

I read it again... It's so beautiful... The author really doesn't consider publishing a physical book... The new girl wants to mix meat and vegetables in this life

In fact, I missed this article many times because of the name and copywriting. It was not until a friend recommended it that I read it. It is really a very DC-style article. Batman, Joker, Jack, Jason, and Gotham are all well portrayed.

I have re-read it after several years, and it can be said that this is my favorite book in the past few years...